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In Between
I saw Pete twice for the remainder of January and the first three weeks of February. I heard from him a few times a week and found myself missing him and having sex with him. I felt good in about every way when I was with him. He was a great mentor, friend, and lover. Between falling for him during the week, we spent together. A power fuck from my new trainer Dan, I found myself really missing sex. While I thought about a commitment to Pete somehow, we never discussed that, and I was constantly horny. I was happily taking loads from teammates, and I spent the night at Dan's three times during this period, expecting nothing more than a reliable rough fuck and some self-defense training.
One Friday night, one of the bartenders I worked with offered to take me to an under-21 concert at a local bar with a decent amount of seating. He was clear this was no date and not to expect anything other than a ride to and from. He said he wouldn't even sit with me, but thought I needed a little fun outside work and school and knew I was in a slump missing Pete. In a way, he was thoughtful, but he was in a relationship with some student that he claimed was love. I was OK with the arrangements and rode to the bar with him.
When we arrived, I was surprised about this bar. It was smoky, full of all sorts of men, and loud and boisterous. This was no place for men to try to conduct business. But it had a very positive vibe, and I was glad I took him up on his offer. The previous band had just finished, changing sets to prepare for the next band. It was a folksy, ballad-type band, and I looked forward to sitting down, resting my feet, and drinking -- even if the best I could do was Diet Coke. I found a tiny table a little off-center of the stage and sat down. I ordered and watched the band getting ready for their performance.
A few minutes after getting my drink, a tall, handsome guy in his late 30s walked to my table and asked if he could sit. I was weak because of his good looks. He had a black satin shirt that fit his tight, lean, but well-defined body to a T. He had it open three buttons. While half of the bottom part of the shirt was tucked into his nice acid-washed jeans, the other side was not. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off some very (smooth) nice hairy forearms. He was sporting an expensive watch with two gold chains around his neck. Now, some might think he would have looked sleazy, but actually, he was the definition of unbridled masculinity. Not a thing about him oozed sleaze. He had good musculature, even if it was on a lighter scale than most of my hookups. He had a (smooth) hairy chest, a good haircut, a clean and trim scruffy goatee, and a perfect nose, lips, and ears. He was a solid, trim guy in his prime.
"Hi, my name is Rick," he extended his hand very confidently.
"I'm Thom," returning his handshake just as manly.
"Have you ever heard them before?" Rick asked, referring to the band coming up.
"No, I haven't, but I'm looking forward to relaxing and enjoying it," I replied.
He moved his seat a little closer, "Sorry, it's getting harder to hear," he said in a raised voice.
He had moved his chair very close to me. He smelled and looked good, and I was OK with being seen with an attractive man next to me. He smiled, and the next band started their set.
I enjoyed the atmosphere of the bar and the performance. Rick laughed at me when I ordered "another," referring to my Diet Coke.
He leaned over between songs and asked how old I was. When I told him I was 18, he laughed and said, "Yeah, stick to that."
During a short intermission, he told me he was ready to leave and thanked me for giving him a seat. He told the cocktail waitress that he'd pick up my tab.
I thanked him for his generosity and shook his hand. He put on his jacket and headed for the door. I turned around, facing the stage, ready for the band to return. A pair of hands firmly grabbed my shoulders. For just a second, I thought, but then Rick's face came around my left shoulder, and he smiled. "I don't suppose you would want to . . ."
"Yeah, I would."
He laughed at me, and I grabbed my jacket, thanked the bartender who brought me, told him I found another ride home and left with Rick. It was freezing outside, and I was shivering by the time we got to the car. I had my new jacket on, but still, the weather was not relenting. He popped his remote, and the doors unlocked. We got into the front seat, and he dived for my mouth with his, and we were kissing each other like we'd just learned how. Sloppy, moaning, intense, passionate kissing. He ran his fingers through my hair. I touched his beard, face, and ears. If kissing was sex, we were arriving at orgasm.
"Damn, boy, do you have sex like that?" he asked, pulling away.
"Most of the time," I replied.
He smiled and said, "I can't wait!"
Truth be told, I could barely, either. I slipped my hand into his jacket under his shirt and felt his tight, muscled, hairy chest. I couldn't resist and moved my hand to his nicely shaped shoulder. It had been a few days since I touched a man. I had had a few college guys, but here I had a man within reach.
"C'mon, let's go up to the hotel." I laid my hand on his thigh and rubbed. Even through some thick jeans, his leg felt solid and powerful. He was laughing as I fondled him through his jeans, and while he wasn't going fast, we got to the hotel in a relatively short amount of time.
I walked into his room, and he shut the door and began kissing me frantically again. I kissed back and started taking off my clothes right at the door. He was peeling off his clothing as well, and within a minute, we were fully undressed. I just admired how tight and firm he was. He was no Hulk and didn't have muscles popping from everywhere, but he was in great shape and looked sexy. He had a firm nice sized cock and beautiful balls. I was sporting a raging hard-on, and he reached over and took it gently in his hand. "Mmmmmm," he said, "that could do some damage."
I reached over for his, and it was a very nice and full feeling in my hand. "I bet this could, too," I smiled at him.
He directed me to the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. I took the bottle from him and laid it down next to me. "We can get to that," I said, "I want to feel every muscle of your body, every bit of your skin. I want to smell your hair, your pits. I want to touch every inch of you first."
He spread my legs and lay in between them. He wasn't heavy, but he was solid, and we spent the next hour exploring each other's bodies. I put my nose close to the base of his armpit and inhaled deeply. I was luxuriating -- a wonderful mix of sweat and deodorant made my cock twitch. I felt the muscles of his back and shoulders. He was solid but sinewy. His ears fascinated me. I don't have a thing for ears, but his were absolutely perfect.
"I need you," he moaned almost frantically. He took the lube and got to his knees, and started slowly applying the goo to his cock while simultaneously fingering some into me. He wiped his hands on the bedspread and brought my legs up to around his shoulders, and started pressing his cock into my waiting hole. He wasn't huge, but he was very, very hard. I made an O with my lips as he passed through. I panted as he hit my second ring. He still had a few more inches to go, and I usually, at this point, would begin feeling pain. I didn't with him, he was pacing himself well, and I was hungry for cock from a hot man. He moaned as he hit the hilt. I felt so comfortably full and let out a contented sigh. He reached down and kissed me hard on the lips. When he pushed down, it lifted my ass up and allowed him to go the deepest he could in me. We both groaned in ecstasy.
Rick pulled out and then started throwing me a superb fuck. He was laying in a serious trail of precum in me, and he told me that it was a steady ribbon from his piss slit to my ass if he pulled out. The sight of his cock going in and out of my ass with my fine ass hair sticking to his lubed cock was driving him crazy. He fucked me looking down at the sight for at least five minutes. I was reaching up and holding his hairy, muscular forearms. He was a sight to behold when he was fluidly moving his hips to give me his cock. His body was rugged, vigorous, and ruggedly masculine. The vision of him plowing me made me feel I wasn't far from coming.
I think Rick sensed that, and he spread my legs apart, laid his torso on mine, cupped the back of my head with both his hands, and pulled my face to his chest. I gladly smelled his sweaty, smooth, hairy chest, licked his cleavage, and wrapped my hands around his triceps. He began breathing heavily, his cock was thickening, and I could feel him tensing up. "I want to come in you," he moaned.
"Do it!" I begged as I began shooting load all over between us. He answered the call by vigorously unloading his balls into me. He kissed the top of my head as he pumped into me, smashing my face into his tensed-up chest. I felt very bonded with him as we caught our breaths after such an intense encounter.
Turns out Rick was in the band that played before the one I saw, and he was getting ready to leave when he saw me come in and decided to stay. We screwed around a few more times, usually when I wanted a man. We never had anything serious or lasting and never kept in touch after our last time. In mid-February -- I was beside myself without Pete around. I was making the rounds with upperclassmen and teammates, but it was what it was - horny college guys getting off with each other. No strings, no attachments, no romance -- just pure unadulterated sex. I knew my roommate's schedule almost to the hour, so plenty of guys were traipsing in and out of my room when he wasn't around. He complained sometimes that the room smelled funky, but he couldn't put his finger on what was going on. I just complained of dampness and a flawed circulation system.
One weekend around Valentine's Day, he went home for a few days starting Thursday night and said he'd return on Tuesday. I had more sex that weekend than should have been legal. It was about 11 on Saturday night when I got a knock at the door. I didn't remember making plans with anyone. Still, I opened it anyhow, fully prepared to tell whomever that there wasn't any more ass for the night. It was Sam, the security guard for our entire dorm. He was just getting off shift and felt he needed to express his concerns about the traffic to my room.
Sam was a good-looking mid to late-20s guy, ex-military. Everyone could tell he worked out a lot because he had massive biceps that stretched the limits of his shiny uniform shirt. He had a likable face with a painfully trimmed goatee and a killer haircut with a nice swath of shiny hair brushed back, but it looked like it naturally grew that way. He was big all over, his biceps being the most noticeable since they were halfway out of his shirt. He was formidable but easy to look at. I think he was hired because any guy, straight or gay, would automatically do what he said to do.
"I checked the logs, and it looks like you've had about 10 times the average student's number of visitors in this dorm. It triggered me to do a report, and I need to explain it and turn it in by the end of the week."
I stammered, "I..I.. I'm not sure what you mean. I have a few study partners who stopped by to go over some things on some projects we're working on. And a few friends stopped by to make plans for the week. I had a few teammates swing by to see if we could practice together. So, I'm not sure what the problem might be, sir."
"So, they weren't able to call you?" Sam had put his hands next to his body and under his arms. He was pushing them out to maximize my view of his arms. He started looking around the room. "Is this your roommate's bed?" he asked, pointing to the made bed.
I nodded.
"So this one is yours?" he said, sitting down on my unmade bed. He was manspreading, and his tight uniform pants were flattering to his groin. I could make out the outline of a semi-erect cock. He reached over to my nightstand and began rifling through the drawer.
"Hey, is it legal for you to do that?" I demanded.
Sam looked up at me, "Legal? Probably not, but we have to take these reports seriously, and you want me out of here as soon as possible, don't you?" He had a defiant tone to his voice and his attitude.
He found my lube bottle and held it up. "What's this for?"
I dropped my head towards the floor. "I use it to jack off," I said, hardly able to get the words out.
Sam stood up, grabbed my chin, and said, "You're too good-looking to jack off alone."
I looked up at him, and he was smiling. He took my hands and put them on his chest. It was firm and smooth. This guy was jacked up from all his training. He didn't have an ounce of fat, and bodybuilders would envy his size. And he was good-looking, to boot.
"Man, it's been a while since I got off with my girl. You think we could rub one out together?" He gently nuzzled his face closer to mine.
I stammered again. "S-S-Sure!" There was a big hulk of a man next to me, face to face, asking me to jack off with him.
He backed up a little and started taking off his clothes. I slipped out of mine, and we both sat down on my bed and lubed up our cocks together. He didn't put his hands on me and really looked at me except to watch me stroke my cock. I looked over at him and really enjoyed what I was seeing.
Despite his hot body and nice-looking cock, I just couldn't get myself into jacking off. I let go of my prick with a disgusted grunt.
"Did you already come," Sam asked, surprised I was done so quickly.
"No, man, I'm sorry, I'm gay." I started
Sam said, "No, don't be sorry. It's OK, no judgments here."
"You're fucking hot, and damn, I don't usually jack off, I like getting fucked."
"Oh, whoa, dude, uh, I don't know about all that," Sam started.
"You told me that you haven't come in a while. Why don't you nut in my butt?"
"Whoa, I'm not sure."
"Hey, I'm not going to get pregnant or anything. Just come and then go home. No strings -- just two guys helping each other out."
"I haven't done that before, man, I'm not sure."
I rolled over onto my stomach on the bed and put my ass up in the air, "Go turn off the light, and come back and fuck me. I promise it's tighter than any pussy you've ever had."
"Tighter?" his eyes brightened a little bit. He got up and turned off the light switch. When he came back to my bed, he was trembling.
"Take it easy, guy, it's OK. Just go slow until I'm used to you in there."
He put his cock on my ass crack and held it with his hand as I slowly moved my hole up to meet his waiting cock. I knew this would take some training, so I pushed back and started taking him. He gasped and got thicker. I stopped and told him to grab my hips and pull me onto him all the way. He was, at the very least, a good student and did that. He got more and more rigid as he dropped inch by inch into my waiting hole. He had a nice-sized cock, I'd say at least 8 ½ or more, and it felt comfortable in my ass. He pulled out and started to shove back in again. I felt his body shaking, his cock take on an uncomfortable size, and before I knew it, he had shot his load into me.
"Fuck," he moaned, "you are tight."
"Told you!" I responded.
Well, tonight wasn't going to finish the way I had hoped, but it was over, and I could go to sleep for a while.
"Can I come see you tomorrow before my shift?" Sam asked me, getting dressed.
"What time?"
"I clock in at noon."
I thought about my plans for the day and realized I would be cutting it close with a guy I had scheduled at 10. "Sure, that should work." I'll have to clamp down hard about 15 minutes into it with my scheduled dude, and I should have time to shower.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Sam smiled at me as he left.
I saw Sam on Sunday and Monday. Each day, he lasted longer and got braver. Tuesday morning came, and I laid on my back for the first time with Sam on top of me. The sex was quick but glorious. He had learned really well how to fuck a guy. Sam and I had sex several times after that weekend and before I moved in with Pete for the summer. He was an eager learner, but I never heard from him again. The last thing I heard about him was that he had left his girlfriend and had moved to Florida.